Jesus Christ…took upon himself the form of a servant…(Philippians 2:5-7)

When we think of Jesus being servant, most of us probably recall his washing the disciples feet. Imagine with me: An accident occurs, a great doctor is called to come help and he begins by washing the victims feet. There are others who could do that! That’s not what doctor’s do. Doctors do the big things—not wash feet! That’s how Peter felt. No, Lord, you don’t wash my feet.

We point fingers of blame at Peter for his impetuousness. I wish I could describe to you the feeling inside me when I read Luke 12:37, “It will be good for those servants whose master finds them watching when he comes. I tell you the truth, he will dress himself to serve, will have them recline at the table and will come and wait on them.” I felt just like Peter. I question, “If I am watching and ready for you, you will sit me at the table and wait on me? Oh, Lord, surely not!” Well I have not convinced myself that Jesus will ever be “serving” me. Just thinking about it makes me cry, “Oh, Lord, not so!” Then again I think of the prayers I regularly pray. How many of them are prayers for Jesus to serve me? “Jesus, get me out of this tight spot that I got myself into.” “Lord, I was really dumb with I made that decision. Open a way for me.” “Oh, Jesus, my words were unkind, please don’t let her take offense.” Beyond comprehension that he still does it! Washes our dirty feet—cleans up after us.

(Response to MichelleW prompt in the Daily Post – When was the last time you were Moved to Tears.)

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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...

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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’ne, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins.